"What are the chances of success?" Yaochi asked.
Yang Qinglan was also concerned about this issue, but she used all her energy to light the candles. She felt tired even holding the candles, like a mountain climber who was exhausted. She tried not to speak as much as possible.
"Seventy percent," Li Changzhou replied.
"I'm asking about the success rate of tracing the source."
“Seventy percent.” Li Changzhou glanced at the identity card, his abilities fully restored.
“That’s not high,” Li Qianxia said.
“When I said 70%, I meant that only 70% of the magic power is needed,” Li Changzhou took a step back, the black mist stepped forward, and his voice became deep and resonant, “I mean that only 70% of the magic power is needed.”
Black mist shot into the sky, carving a black path through the crimson light, pointing towards a spatial ridge.
Surprisingly, the ridgeline twisted unconsciously, as if trying to avoid it, but it was still enveloped by the black mist.
Through this door-like ridge, the black mist entered the 'blood and flesh space river'.
"Wait," Yaochi said, taking the candle from Yang Qinglan. "You should rest for a while."
"Mmm." Yang Qinglan nodded slightly.
"Sister Yao, don't tire yourself out." Li Qianxia took the torch from Yaochi's hands.
With a whoosh, the torch burned twice as if breathing, and Hestia's face was vaguely visible in the firelight. She looked at Li Qianxia, nodded in approval, and then suddenly frowned.
"Keep her away from me." The face disappeared.
It was unclear who she was referring to, but the torch flames were three centimeters away from Yang Qinglan, and within those three centimeters, the area illuminated by the firelight stopped right at Yang Qinglan's feet.
Li Qianxia, Yaochi, Si, and even Xiao Moxing and Huaxian stood inside the firelight, while Yang Qinglan remained outside.
"What's going on?" Little Demon Star looked up, glancing around at the people who were half a head taller than her.
"The conflict between goddesses," Yang Qinglan said casually.
"...It really is a conflict between goddesses." Li Qianxia, who was originally going to make a joke, was speechless. The Goddess of Gushe really is a goddess.
The space distorted right next to the firelight, seemingly an attack, but actually separating all the flesh and light.
The blood and flesh space flowed continuously, the space combined like glass, imprisoning all the blood-red light, trapping it in the air, and slowly strangling it.
As long as there is enough intelligence to confirm that there will be no more waves of flesh warriors landing on the stronghold star, Li Changzhou can use his magic power at will to directly control the previously almost invincible 'Flesh Space River'.
This is why intelligence is so important.
Of course, all of this was based on the previous near-death experiences, and the exploration and consumption of the flesh and blood space river were necessary preparations.
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The blue-light warrior is alive and has been safely reunited with everyone.
As Si and the others activated the stronghold star, Yaochi said, "Although the time is short, it's almost equivalent to a valuable game instance."
“The game dungeons were difficult without any value,” Li Qianxia recalled her experience after logging in. “When the space kept shrinking, it was a bit scary, but after that it was completely unchallenging, and I didn’t do anything.”
"You know you didn't do anything?" Li Changzhou landed.
The flesh and blood space river was destroyed, and there was indeed no next wave of flesh and blood warriors landing. This mission can be considered over.
The Flame Butterfly flew toward Yang Qinglan. At the same time, Li Changzhou pinched her pale, delicate face and dragged her into the necessary condition for triggering the Flame Butterfly—battle.
Yang Qinglan slapped his hand away in retaliation: "Hestia just bullied me."
"Fly her ashes!"
The butterfly flew towards Li Qianxia.
Li Changzhou had 20% of his mana remaining—the Blood and Flesh Space River was stronger than he had expected, and Yaochi had 30%. Neither of them used the Flame Butterfly.
The Flame Butterfly can only be used three times a month. Li Changzhou used it once, Yang Qinglan, who had lost all her magic power and had no abilities, used it once, and there is one left. This time, it must be saved just in case.
The group suddenly stopped; the connection between the immortals and the heavens and earth made them sense something unusual.
A magnificent light curtain spread out from the base star beneath their feet, boundless and endless, like a curtain that could never be drawn back.
They soared to great heights and entered space.
In the dim universe, a golden wave rippled outwards from the stronghold star in four directions: up, down, left, and right. It moved at an extremely fast speed and covered the entire universe within sight in the blink of an eye.
The four people, as small as specks, stood before a vast, radiant golden curtain, as if the universe itself had been divided in two.
These individual constellation stars connect to form a circle with a diameter of three million light-years, creating a magnificent Great Wall on a cosmic scale!
"Is it shocking?" The flower fairy slowly landed beside the four of them.
"Hmph," Li Qianxia raised her chin smugly, "I have personally witnessed the King of Wind and Light holding the Milky Way in his right hand, turning it into a divine sword; his left hand reaching into the black hole, erecting it as a shield, watching her travel along the river of time to the future, and transforming into the most dazzling fireworks under the victor's throne of time!"
The flower fairy glanced at her again: "You're really amazing."
Such frankness made the boastful Li Qianxia feel incredibly shallow.
On the way back by shuttle boat, under the slightly admiring questioning of the Flower Fairy, Li Qianxia gave a brief account of the deeds of the King of Wind and Light.
The little devil suddenly asked, "Are you a winner-takes-all?"
"Winner-takes-all mentality?" Li Qianxia was puzzled. She was just trying to prove that she wasn't a country bumpkin from a native planet that couldn't even travel through interstellar space. When she talked about winners, she spoke as if the winners were born on Earth.
“Winner-takes-all mentality, the followers of the winners in this era,” Little Devil explained.
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